Dolly~ Slappy x Annabelle

Part 1

Dear Diary,

I don't what I'm thinking. Papa thought it was a good idea for me to write in one of these things. But I hate it! Its like having something to look at when you're not happy with yourself. He thinks he knows so much about me, but he really doesn't!
Just because we look alike does not mean we are alike personally. My brother doesn't even look remotely like me or him, but he still thinks he knows so much about us!
My papa is the author who created me, you know, R.L Stine? You probably have heard of him, he's very famous! You haven't? Well that's embarrassing. If you have, then you know who he is.
He's Anti-social and he mostly writes all the time. All of his spare time is spent writing monster stories and spooky stories!
When he was really young, he wrote me! His first story!
Well, ok, not the first monster he created, but close, okay?

He has been writing so many books, probably to defeat that Steven King dude he's always complaining about. He's always trying to beat the record of the longest book series in the genre of horror, but I already Steven King doesn't really care.
He's been acting real weird lately, and it freaks me out. For example, last night he brought home flowers and a big cuddly brown teddy bear with the words I love you written on the fluffy chest. It made me gag.

I was so confused as to why he had these things. It worried me. Is he seeing someone and not telling me or Wally (my brother)? I hope not, and if so, I'm moving out on my own. And never am I living in the same house with Wally without Papa to block him from my bedroom!
But its not my fault if he does, and it won't matter to me if he does. Just don't do things that I can heard from your bedroom. (Insert lenny face).

Yuck! That would be uncalled for and gross! I would hate that!

At least I'm not alone in that subject. I have a friend named Annabelle that I met way back in third grade at the killer school. She's a pretty girl, with cute red pigtails running over her shoulders in braids with pink ribbons on the ties. She usually wore vintage old raggedy Ann (I don't know how to spell) dresses. She had these beautiful green eyes that sparkles when she's into something, usually something she loves or adores.
Her personality is somewhat stubborn and sarcastic. She loves when I tell her jokes and she always laughs at them. I love her laugh, its so cute.
She has a soft voice that hugs my heart like a soft blanket. Everything about her screamed cute and adorable. But don't let that fool you! She's a demon and she's scary too!

One time, this boy was bothering her, and so she had snapped his neck with her mind. It was so cool! For me, anyway. You might not think so, but I do!
She had never spoiled her powers to anyone but me. When we were younger, she had told me about them the first time she had came over to my house.

"You promise not to tell anyone about these powers?" She had questioned. I nodded full heartedly and she smiled.

"I promise, Annabelle," I promised. She smiled even brighter.

"Great! These powers are my own little secrets! I would be very upset if you told anyone about them," she claimed.

At that time, she had told me most of the gist of her powers. She was shy at the time, and that's why I didn't pressure her to tell me more. And so, throughout the years, she got up the courage to tell me more about them, and I learned more.

"Annabelle," I muttered, "you are my best friend and I would never tell anyone about these, especially if it would upset you!"

She smiled at my comment and we spent the rest of the night goofing off and telling each other things about each other that no one knew.

And then, she met him. Him. A new boy moved to the school we went to and he seemed to like her and she liked him. Of course, at the time, I didn't think much of it. Until the day she told me they were dating. Then, something inside me snapped.

I didn't know what it was, but I was mad and envious of him all the time. His name is Red and he always wears the same clothes. He looks like someone who never even cared about someone in his life.
I hate him so much! He stole Annabelle from me! If there was anyone standing in my way, it was him! And if any of you know who I am, then you know I will destroy things that are standing in my way!